Chapter 229 Wedding
“Next month?” Ying Songqi immediately took out her mobile phone, “The 22nd of next month is a good day, but it’s too soon. There are still 20 days? 20 days , has your wedding dress been ordered? Which brand did Gao Zhu choose? For your wedding with Jin Cong, you will need at least six sets of high-end jewelry, including wedding dresses and toast clothes. Are there any endorsement brands? Have you invited the first-line magazines? Are you prepared for the photography team, the venue layout, and the type of wine?”
Meng Ying took a deep breath, Her voice weakened, "Not yet."
Ying Songqi barely waited for her to continue speaking. Her dignified and elegant look when she first came suddenly changed, and she shouted Butler Li's name.
The sound is loud.
Completely inconsistent with her usual appearance.
Butler Li hurriedly came over to help her, Ying Songqi said, "Contact the brand quickly, is it still too late? Have you measured the wedding dress size?"
Meng Ying's breathing became weaker.
She stood up, "Jin Cong has rest tomorrow, we are going to measure tomorrow"
"Tomorrow? Why don't you prepare again on the 21st." Ying Songqi held on to Butler Li tightly He glanced at Meng Ying from top to bottom, "I've never been married before. I don't know how complicated the process is."
Meng Ying's voice was so small that it was compressed by the air.
“Of course I haven’t been married.”
Ying Songqi heard this and glanced at her again.
This marriage was discussed by both families together, but the relationship between Meng Ying and the Meng family was indifferent. In the Liang family, Liang Xianli could not find anyone for a long time. Liang Chongshan asked Liang Jincong and Meng Ying to discuss it. Ying Songqi had a knot in her heart towards Meng Ying, which has not been resolved.
Meng Ying discussed the details of the wedding with Liang Jincong every night, and she felt dizzy.
Butler Li glanced at Meng Ying with a smile and winked.
Meng Ying received it, walked to Ying Songqi, poured a cup of tea, handed it over, looked at her face and said softly, "Mom, please help us, okay."
Ying Songqi held this posture for more than ten seconds before taking the tea cup from Meng Ying with a slight hum and taking a sip. Meng Ying smiled and sat next to her, "Thank you, mom."< br>
Butler Li also smiled and gave Meng Ying a thumbs up behind his back.
The third young master was still worried that the young mistress and his wife would not get along. Now it seems that they get along quite well. If he gives his wife a step up, she will naturally come down.
"When are you and Jin Cong going to get the certificate?"
Meng Ying felt that her voice was getting weaker again.
"No. 20."
Ying Songqi's eyes darkened, "You young people"
The wedding matters were completely left to Ying Songqi.
She and her girlfriends from the wife group discuss all kinds of jewelry and dresses every day, and contact the public relations of major luxury brands. In order to attend the wedding next month, she and her girlfriends from the wife group even went to take care of their faces. Drawing up the invitation letter, list, wine and food, venue, clothes that Meng Ying and Liang Jincong would wear that day, there were many brand sponsors, but ordinary luxury brands she didn’t like, and she found someone for the red carpet the two walked on. Re-customized.
The wedding dresses were rushed to work and completed in one week. They were flown over the next day and Meng Ying went to try them on. Finally, she selected six sets, including a Chinese style, a pink flower style, a cheongsam embroidered with roses, and another The three sets are wedding dresses, the white lace model from Mermaid Heavy Industry, the satin model, and a butterfly veil with a length of 10 meters. Each butterfly on the skirt is inlaid with pearls. Some of these styles even take a set of photos on the wedding day.
There is a discrepancy in the clothing size, please change it immediately.
One day later, the two went to take wedding photos.
First we went to the beach and the yacht.
Then the private plane flew to Altay, and then to Yunnan, where five photographers with different styles were invited, including Lin Yu.
A wedding photo took only a week.
When Meng Yingfei came back, she felt that she was so tired that she could sleep standing up. Liang Jincong helped her rub her waist, "Mrs. Liang, thank you for your hard work."
Meng Ying hugged his neck and greeted her. She went up and kissed him on the lips.
"There is only one week left, Mr. Liang, our wedding will be here."
"Well, are you looking forward to it?"
"Looking forward to it."
With two days left before the wedding, Liang Jincong and Meng Ying went to get the certificate.
Liang Xibei asked her brother, "You like your third sister-in-law so much, why didn't you get the certificate from her early? You must wait until today, the day after tomorrow is the wedding."
Liang Jincong, "Because this will make I look forward to it endlessly, it makes me excited, and it makes me excited when I sleep at night. We finally got the certificate and got married. ”
Meng Ying nodded, "Me too."
Let her look forward to today and even more to tomorrow.
It has not been easy for her and Liang Jincong to reach this point. They have to gather the greatest excitement in these two days, getting the certificate and the wedding.
Ying Songqi was speechless and covered Liang Xibei's ears, "Don't listen to them. I have been exhausted these past few days. Beibei, you can't do this in the future. We have to take a long-term approach to your marriage." "
Liang Xibei drew inferences, "Wouldn't it be more exciting if there was a sudden marriage?"
Ying Songqi, "." It's really good but not imitative.
A poor student.
On the day of the wedding, many media were not invited, only some positive media, first-line fashion magazine media, and paparazzi and tabloids gathered outside the manor to smell the smell and were all stopped.
Meng Ying did not invite anyone from the Meng family.
Just invited a few friends.
Shu Yu, Su Qingli, Song Zhiqiu.
Shen Xiao is filming abroad and sent her blessings.
Meng Ying received a call from Meng Qinglin. She lowered her eyes calmly at the moment, listening to the person on the other end who used a father's tone to wish her happiness. Dong Zhilan was also beside him and said, "Happy wedding ."
Meng Ying said "Hmm".
They no longer talk much to each other.
After hanging up the phone, she slowly closed her eyes.
This is the most important moment in her life. If she were an ordinary person and her parents were there, she would hold her father's hand and walk up the red carpet, walking step by step to her beloved, with her parents holding her arms in their arms. Tears, watching my daughter get married.
But she didn’t.
A weak blood relationship.
Sparse relatives and friends.
Before she met Liang Jincong again, she was prepared to live her life in accordance with her family's arrangements. Maybe it was a marriage, maybe it was an exchange of interests. She would be sent to someone she didn't like. His age, appearance, etc. She didn't know anything about it, it was just an exchange of interests.
Wherever the wind blows, the boat will follow the wind.
There is no freedom and no future.
But she is lucky.
She met the person she loved.
That person taught her a lot.
Take her hand and pull her out of the thorns.
“Time’s up——”
Someone shouted.
Then someone counted down, someone helped her arrange her veil and skirt, and there were a group of people around her, so many but not messy.
At the last second, the door of the banquet hall in front of us opened.
Dry ice mist with clear rendering.
Meng Ying was wearing a white wedding dress, with a ten-meter-long butterfly veil covering her sight. A layer of white, but also clear, she walked towards Liang Jincong step by step.
The two looked at each other with firm eyes.
The butterflies on her veil seemed to be dynamic, and the light and shadow were swimming around her. It was beautiful and dreamy. The media captured it, the guests gave their blessings, and the vague melodiousness and sweetness of the wedding was pleasant to the ears.
One step, two steps, three steps.
Getting closer.
Meng Ying looked at him. For the first time, she saw him wearing a white suit. Tears welled up in her eyes, but there was a smile on her face.
Meng Ying pinched her palm.
It hurts.
It’s not a dream.
Liang Jincong also pinched himself hard. He was also afraid that it was a dream.
He often does this kind of stupid action.
In the past few days, he often pinched himself from time to time. The pain was very clear, but these few days were so wonderful.
Even he doubted whether it was a dream.
Two meters away from him.
Liang Jincong’s hand was stretched out.
Wait for her.